I came to these mountains to bury a ghost.
Four years of red string and dead ends led me to one road name, one man, one trail of weapons ending at a club that owns an entire valley. I expected a monster.
I got something far more dangerous — a man who looked at me once and read the whole architecture of my grief off the curl of my hand.
He runs cold. I run colder. He should have ended me at the gate.
Instead he fed me, found the truth I’d crossed an ocean for, and started undoing every rule I’d survived a decade by following.
I trust no one. I haven’t since I lost her. But he keeps doing the one thing no dangerous man has ever done.
He keeps his word.
What happens when the woman sent to destroy everything decides she’d rather keep it?
